What am I doing here?

What am I doing here?

To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?

Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper - both of us - in ecstasy!

True life is elsewhere

A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn't he?

Unhappiness was my god.